I'm Still Here...

Some days are more of a struggle than others. It all depends. On what? I'm not even sure I know the answer to that question. I do know that those that I share with are very encouraging and that they believe that I will find help and hope. I need both. Truly. Each day feels different and none of them feel "normal." Bits and pieces feel "normal" but never the whole day. I want to see miracles and joy sprout from this time. I want to be able to look back on this season and say God got me through, family got me through, friends got me through. There needs to be a pot of "gold" at the end of this rainbow. So much of who I am is suppressed or overwrought or confused right now. I feel as though I live in a haze of Hallmark movies and naps, with a little bit of living thrown in for good measure. It's a struggle. My own mind is not so comfortable right now...not such a lovely place to be. Yet, there must be help and hope out there for me and for others like me. Putting my brave on feels like too much most days. My teenaged daughter is more likely to put her brave on than I am, or so it seems. So many thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears, and much more swirl about in my brain. The noise of it all is almost too much. Thank you, friends, for taking time to tune in. Taking time to read these few scrambled words strewn here for the eyes of those willing to read them. You are a blessing! I am thankful for you and your prayers. Keep on stepping out into what He has for you. You have an amazing plan and purpose that is yours alone. Until next time...